Over the next few days, everyone was studying this question.
What happened at the edge of the Abyss?
This was probably one of the most important questions since the birth of sentient beings in the Void. I think the Godfather and the "crazy girl" on Huron's side must have thought about this question countless times before this, but it was obvious that this question was not so easy to answer.
If you wanted to jump into the Abyss Gate, you would be surrounded by frenzied Devourers and Corruptors. You would have to fight against the omnipresent attacks, and you would also have to deal with the desire to destroy that came from the depths of your heart. In such an environment, you could not encounter any bumps that exceeded the threshold. Layers of shields and armor were protecting you every second. The moment they were pierced, the entire ship would die. In the territory of the Abyss, even the warships of the Empire or the Galactic Gods with the ability to travel between worlds would not be able to find an escape route. If you wanted to see the scene at the edge of the Abyss, the only choice was to close your eyes and sink all the way down, hoping that luck would be with you and that you would survive until you arrived at the possible calm zone. As for returning, the hope was slim.
This was a journey that would make people flinch just by imagining it. The feeling of being immersed in the pressure of death would accompany you all the way. The fearless Imperial Army and the powerful Protoss Expeditionary Force had not succeeded in reaching this step. The only thing in history that could possibly complete the entire journey was the wreckage of a beacon. It had the most powerful shields and a shell made of astral gold, but when it was fished up tens of thousands of years later, it was like a pile of molten slag. This beacon might not have reached the end of the Abyss. It might just be close to it.
"But it's worth a try," Sandora said.
In the end, we decided to rebuild the Abyss Ship. The name of this plan was only two words: "Deep Dive." In the plan, the first batch was to build three replicas of the Abyss Ship with basic functions. These replicas would use conventional databases and unmanned AI. Since the Crimson Moon Cube had not been completely cracked, and the blueprints of the Abyss Ship had not been fully analyzed, these replicas were the limit of what could be achieved. If they were lucky, they might be able to reach the same depth as the submersible ships and try to respond to the broadcast reflected from the bottom of the abyss. However, the hope of these unmanned research ships returning was slim because their protection technology was insufficient. The key technology to ensure the long-term survival of the Deep Submersible Ship in the Abyss Realm was the Trinity Shield, which was modeled after the World Barrier, and something named the "Abyss Simulator". The former had already been produced as a prototype, but the latter required the black technology inside the Crimson Moon Cube. This device could produce information that was extremely similar to the Abyss, greatly reducing the chances of encountering targeted attacks. Although the abyss was a simple phenomenon without intelligence, there were still "abyssal creatures" in the abyss. Most of them were formed after the creatures of various worlds were deeply assimilated, and some were formed after the power of the abyss condensed into a simple consciousness. These creatures would actively seek out enemies, and the function of the "Abyss Simulator" was to reduce the possibility of the submarine being discovered by these minions.
Tarver would need at least several months to create this thing, and it would take at least a year for a fully functional deep submergence ship to appear. That was why, before that, we could only use replicas that would never return for our research.
There was a high chance that the unmanned submarine would not be able to return, so the only thing they could send back was data. This data was the most precious thing, but it was not easy to receive it in its entirety. After entering the Abyss Gate, all communication would be interfered with. The interference was so strong that even the spiritual connection of the Shiring Apostles would be intermittent. So, it was quite difficult to maintain real-time communication with the submarine. Tawil and the other scientists tried one method after another to transmit information back, but even the most advanced technology seemed to have encountered a barrier: no wave could escape the interference of the power of the abyss. In the end, the scientists could only helplessly accept the fact that after the submarine had entered the Abyss Gate, it was unrealistic to maintain real-time communication.
In the end, the ultimate solution was proposed by Shallow Shallow (Okay, I admit, the only one who could come up with a solution at this time was this weird girl whose mind was not limited by anything): Using floating bottles.
Actually, it was using the black box. Since the submarine would be destroyed, and we could not exchange real-time data with it before it was destroyed, the only way to extract the results of the research was to recover the fragments of the submarine after it was destroyed. Shallow Shallow suggested that every submarine carry thousands of "floating bottles", so that one could safely leave the abyss.
The most primitive and stupid method was used to solve the most difficult and cutting-edge problem. This reminded me of the ultimate solution that humans used to solve the problem of not being able to write with a pen in space: using pencils.
When Shallow Shallow mentioned the three words "floating bottles", Sandora could not help but smile. "It seems that sometimes we really have to use such a stupid method. The ultimate solution to the ultimate problem is usually the ultimate solution. In that case, the Deep Submersible Ship would carry countless black boxes with the strongest protection. Each black box would be used to record key data. After the Deep Submersible Ship was destroyed, these black boxes would move towards the exit as much as possible. When the target became smaller, it would be much easier for them to return safely. But there is another problem: without enough power, the black boxes will not be able to leave the Abyss Gate on their own. Just like how we retrieved the remains of the beacon from the Abyss Gate in the Celestial Realm, we need to salvage the black boxes. "
The living room had been turned into a command center, and there were holographic projections everywhere. The elder sister fiddled with the images in front of her, bored, and reminded, "But it is much more difficult than that. The Abyss Gate in the Celestial Realm is benign, and it has been harmless for a long time, but the submarine has to go through the active Abyss Gate. When that happens, most of the" floating bottles "will come up from there. Who would dare to go there and salvage the black boxes?"
This was a huge problem. Even if we immediately built a fleet of submarine and threw them into the Abyss Gate, and successfully returned a large number of black boxes with data, it would be extremely difficult to salvage the black boxes from the Abyss Gate. Without enough power, the black boxes would not be able to break through the chaotic layer of the Abyss Gate, and we would have to jump in and retrieve them ourselves...
This was much more challenging than retrieving a mobile phone from the toilet bowl.
Father brought the five Protoss cops, while Sandora and I brought our family of troublemakers. We looked at each other. In the end, Icetis suddenly shrunk her neck. "Don't mind me, I have a psychological scar about that. I was tied up with that thing for so many years back then. If you jump in again... I would rather die."
"The risk factor is very high, and if an ordinary person were to go in, even if they are powerful enough to return safely, there is a high possibility that the Abyss Gate will be released. Think of the Abyss Gate as a thin film that is covered with a highly toxic substance. In that case, the frequent entry and exit of the Abyss Gate from the Main Material Plane is equivalent to constantly punching holes in this thin film. A slight mistake will cause a huge explosion," Sandora said. "It is fine if only one submarine enters and exits the Abyss Gate once, but if we were to salvage the black boxes, it would be a large-scale operation."
Father nodded. "We have to think of a way to safely retrieve the black boxes. We can't let the Abyss Gate explode. The Abyss Gate that the Protoss and your Empire control is being used as a research sample. It is heavily guarded, with a large number of elite troops. Once the Abyss Gate that they are guarding breaks free from the suppression, it would be a disaster among disasters. Even the Protoss wouldn't be able to bear it. "
Xiaoxue looked at our solemn expressions and pondered for a moment. Then, she carefully raised her hand. "Father, Mother, Second Uncle, Eldest Aunt, Second Aunt, Third Aunt, Second Uncle, Third Uncle, Fourth Uncle …"
I pressed my hand on the lady's mouth with a broken expression. "What are you trying to say?"
Xiaoxue pried my fingers open. "Don't we have a group of people who are most suitable for this job?"
Everyone was shocked. Almost twelve mouths asked in unison, "Who?"
Xiaoxue spread her hands. "Have you forgotten? When I ran away from the Fallen Apostle, I took away an entire army. Now, they are still on standby at the border of the Shadow City. Although there is a political stain, they have already abandoned the darkness for the light. Father, Mother, you can't discriminate against them, right? "
Once Xiaoxue said that, I suddenly realized. I had really forgotten about them!
Xiaoxue had instigated an entire army from Halland. Of course, their current organization had not reached the standard of a complete fleet. Back when they had launched a surprise attack from the Fallen Apostle's world, they had suffered many losses. Furthermore, the Abyss Spaceships in the New Empire were unable to replenish their troops. Now, that fleet, including the small spaceships, had a total of thousands of starships. Sandora and I had yet to think of a mission for them, so we had left them there for now. Xiaoxue had said that the former Fallen Apostles were discriminated against. Actually, this was nonsense. Although the number was a little large and their identities were a little sensitive, the Fallen Apostles who had been purified by the Void Creatures were actually no different from normal Apostles. The soldiers who had surrendered had also obtained the authority system of the New Empire and had once again obtained the Empire's soldier code. It was just that they had yet to re-enter the system.
If they were to assist in the completion of the "deep diving" plan, it would be perfect. Their spaceships were basically an amalgamation of the Abyss. Engaging in this kind of extremely dangerous salvage work would be a piece of cake!
"Who is in charge of the Abyss Fleet now?"
My sister asked casually. I pointed at Visca, who was trying to stack the twelve sugar cubes together. "Her."
Visca raised his head in confusion. "Huh?" Then, the twelve sugar cubes suddenly collapsed. This was the most special fleet of the New Empire — the temporary commander of the Abyss Fleet. Outside of the battlefield, this little girl was not at all reliable.
Of course, because she had a nitroglycerine brain like her sister, I also felt that she was not very reliable on the battlefield.
The Abyss was the Abyss. Among us, only Visca was qualified to lead an Abyss Fleet. Although Sandora was half an Abyss creature, she only used that power to increase her own combat power. She did not know how the fleet would fight after being abyssalized. Belavilla was a former Fallen Apostle, but now, on average, she would be hibernating six out of seven days a week. Carter? Carlo, on the other hand, was a standard Fallen Apostle. Unfortunately, when he was at the highest military rank, he had only led a group of suicide squads. Moreover, he was now a senior advisor of the Third Intelligence Core, and did not have the time to command an army. In the end, this fleet became Visca's Admiral Fleet, which just happened to fill a gap: Pandora had her own Admiral Fleet, but Visca could not form a direct army due to her unique fighting style. Now, the Abyss Fleet came at the right time.
The only thing that made me uneasy was that Visca did not seem to be good at leading troops in battle. Like Pandora, she was a battle-type Apostle, but unlike Pandora, she lacked an external thinking circuit like Sives. So, it was not safe to let the Abyss Fleet, which could barely replenish its troops, rush to the frontlines. People could be revived after they died, but if their Abyss ships were destroyed, where would I find another group? Of course, Visca had her own aide-de-camp, that lunatic AI with the surname Chen. But from the bottom of his heart, with such a deceptive aide-de-camp, Visca would rather have a parrot...
"Visca, let your Abyss Fleet participate in the 'Deep Dive' project. We need them to go to the Gates of the Abyss to retrieve the fragments of the submersible ships that 'floated' up." Sandora said after glancing at Visca. The little girl nodded and continued to play with her candy in high spirits.
"It's been a long time." After assigning all the preparatory work that could be done in advance, Sandora exhaled and said with a sigh, "I think of every adventure on the path of civilization evolution — the first electromagnetic heating, the first fire (It seems that in the history of the Shiring Apostles, electromagnetic phenomena were mastered before fire), the first time they left the land and went to the sea, the first time they explored space, the first time they left their home planet... Ignorant first adventures always have similarities. The pioneers used those simple and even laughable primitive tools to explore the unknown world. After entering a higher level of civilization, perhaps the tools used for exploration were as simple as making stone tools. It was like standing on a starship of the Empire and watching the humans land on Mars. Who would have thought that the exploration of the Abyss would be using these two things: floating bottles and salvage divers... "
I wondered why Sandora suddenly became so artistic. Although what she said seemed to make sense — although I didn't really understand it.
The "Deep Diving" project had officially begun, and Tawil had begun to build the first batch of replicas of the Deep Diving Ship. This might take a few months.
Although we had previously thought of rebuilding the Deep Diving Ships, we didn't expect that this idea would eventually become such a huge operation. We actually had to build a large group of Deep Diving Ships — the early stage would be unmanned, the later stage would be manned, and in the final stage, Sandora and I might even personally go up there — to explore the bottom of the Abyss. This was almost the opposite of the cautious attitude we had decided to take at the beginning. This change was caused by the irresistible temptation of the calm state at the bottom of the Abyss, and the encouragement from God Father. From his point of view, there were good and bad technologies in the Crimson Moon Cube. If it was used as something that the entire race would be obsessed with, or even believe in, it would undoubtedly be a divine weapon that could destroy a nation. However, if it was only used as cutting-edge scientific research within a limited scope, it would still be very useful, and we would have to pay attention to the scale. The old Empire couldn't resist the temptation of these "technological miracles" and hastily expanded the field of Void research, which led to its destruction. Now that we had learned from the mistakes of the past, I don't think that Tawil would make the same mistake again.
More importantly, according to God Father, as long as there was a Void Creature in the New Empire, there would be no big trouble. The Void Creatures were almost immune to the pollution of the Abyss, and could even purify them. As long as my spiritual power was still reverberating in the mental network of the New Empire, there would be no catastrophic expansion of the Abyss. The super explosion that led to the collapse of the old Empire had traumatized many of the Schilling Technicians. Now, they could relax a little.
Tawil had mentioned that there were enough staff in the research center, but they lacked a powerful supercomputer to assist in processing the data. Now, this problem had been solved. Six super-evolved, mass-produced supercomputers had entered their new posts, which was to help Tawil reverse engineer the incomplete blueprint of the Deep Submersible Ship. The feedback showed that the six little sisters were doing very well, as if they had taken another step on the path of evolution after being a guest at home. Sandora guessed that this was because the previous super-evolved supercomputers were not sure if their changes would be a trouble or a fortune for the Empire. In addition, they were worried that they would be sent to be dissected for research, so they were very uneasy and could not perform to their full potential. After receiving the direct approval and intimate contact from the leader of the Empire and her mother, these mass-produced supercomputers that already had a "heart" were no longer burdened, so they could perform to their full potential. This was an interesting explanation, but it was difficult to verify. According to speculation, there were still a hundred other supercomputers that had the tendency to evolve, and I could not tolerate a hundred naughty kids in my house. If that day came, I would apply for political asylum in Zimbabwe!
Autumn was coming to an end, and the weather was getting colder by the day. Early in the morning, Qian Qian had put on a cool dress when she left the house. When she returned, she told me with a puzzled expression that she had received two hundred percent of the attention she received on the road. As for me, I continued to carry a stool and sit in the courtyard, sipping on hot tea as I watched the sun disappear into the horizon. It was time to mourn the passing of another year.
Then, a beautiful, petite girl with a ponytail suddenly appeared in my sight. She flashed past the gap on the far right of the courtyard wall, and her figure leaped along the row of gaps. She was approaching the gate of the courtyard wall.
Just as I was wondering who this girl was, to be able to ignore Sandora's mental interference, there was a knock on the door.
As though it had been rehearsed, Rhododendron Spp. quickly curled up its tail, hugged its tofu and dog biscuits, and scuttled back into the house. Anveena, who was learning how to lay eggs from the crow couple, flew up to the roof. I stuffed Jingle into my pocket and instructed her not to come out. Then, I made sure that Mercury Lamp was not loitering outside. Finally, I opened the door with a smile.
Outside the door, a petite girl with a ponytail and dark purple hair was beaming like a flower.
I quickly glanced at the girl in the black windbreaker. "We don't have a water meter or an electricity meter at home. The internet is covered for three years. There's no need to send water or insurance. The problem of our child's kindergarten has been solved. If you need directions, please look for Uncle Wang across the street …"
The purple-haired girl suddenly patted my shoulder and shouted, "Haha, you are really interesting. Is Xing Chen here? Xing Chen! Xing Chen!! Xing Chen, come out!!! "
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